Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

Songs that are yet to be written, how many?

Tell me, cuckoo, sing it out loud

City should I dwell in or suburbia

Lie as a stone or burn as the brightest star?

A star.

Light of my sun - take a look at your work

You’ll see my hand curling into a fist

And if there is gunpowder, give me a spark

So it goes.

Who will trace these steps bred of loneliness

The strong and the brave

Having all being lost, in battle

In death...

Few of us remain who remember still

Few who are sane and whose hand won’t falter

On the sword

Light of my sun - take a look at your work

You’ll see my hand making a fist

And if there is gunpowder give me a spark

So it goes.

Where is it you got to, my own free will?

Who gets to greet this gentle sunrise with you? Tell me!

Happy was I with you but distraught without

Bowing my head, letting my back get lashed

Get lashed….

Light of my sun - take a look at your work

You’ll see my hand making a fist

And if there is gunpowder give me a spark

So it goes.